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tushanshu_logs2015-07-08 10:35 pm
sadisticmoose) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-07-08 10:35 pm
Trouble Down Under
Characters: Vincent Moore & Raine Sage; Second part Open
Date: 07/07 -> 08/07
Location: Vincent's Room; Midnight Hotel Lobby
Situation: Vincent is dealing with some mental demons / The random vision of much suffering.
Warnings/Rating: Spoilers for CHAPPiE. Swearing, triggering content, including talk of death/suicide in the first section, as well as mention of the vision, which will be under a cut.
Vincent wasn't coping well.
He'd managed to persuade the... "healer" that he was well enough to take care of himself. They had him checked into some sort of hotel, and... he hasn't moved. He hasn't eaten, or ventured outside since, and that was about a week ago. He has been showering, drinking, cleaning his clothes, so he's not entirely despondent... but he has bigger things on his mind than eating.
Why was he here? Was this some sort of near-death experience? Was his life, in the real world, slowly ticking down the seconds until his brain stops thinking, his heart stops beating?
He could feel, though. Everything felt real. It was... Well, he didn't know what. Purgatory? Like he deserved that chance... not after what he did.
They deserved it, though. Did they? Vincent can barely remember what happened, just a maelstrom of emotions, of rage, of sheer pleasure, the bloodrush he hasn't felt since leaving the Army... He's done something awful. Murdered people. He can't remember who, though. Not yet.
He closes his eyes, trying to make sense of it. He remembers pinning Wilson against a desk, gun pressed to his head. "Give... Me... the... Guard... Key..." His lips form the words as he remembers them. He also remembers that... abomination. The one who forgave him.
To err is human, to forgive is divine.
And then, something else.
TELL ME!
That sudden voice has Vincent surging to his feet, stumbling back, and into a wall as the vision plays out, sinking to the floor and holding his head, bunching up into a ball.
---
OPEN - Late night Tuesday / Early Morning Wednesday
Vincent hasn't been seen since he checked in, but now he's shuffling his way down into the common areas, stopping by the kitchen first, securing some soup and heating it up. He's also brewing himself some tea and, by the look of things, it's mostly on autopilot. He does, occasionally, glance up and around, nervously, but, then again, everyone's on edge right now.
Food and tea prepared, he's going to walk into the common area, sitting down close to the fire, but removed from the centre of the room; a place with a good vantage point.
Date: 07/07 -> 08/07
Location: Vincent's Room; Midnight Hotel Lobby
Situation: Vincent is dealing with some mental demons / The random vision of much suffering.
Warnings/Rating: Spoilers for CHAPPiE. Swearing, triggering content, including talk of death/suicide in the first section, as well as mention of the vision, which will be under a cut.
Vincent wasn't coping well.
He'd managed to persuade the... "healer" that he was well enough to take care of himself. They had him checked into some sort of hotel, and... he hasn't moved. He hasn't eaten, or ventured outside since, and that was about a week ago. He has been showering, drinking, cleaning his clothes, so he's not entirely despondent... but he has bigger things on his mind than eating.
Why was he here? Was this some sort of near-death experience? Was his life, in the real world, slowly ticking down the seconds until his brain stops thinking, his heart stops beating?
He could feel, though. Everything felt real. It was... Well, he didn't know what. Purgatory? Like he deserved that chance... not after what he did.
They deserved it, though. Did they? Vincent can barely remember what happened, just a maelstrom of emotions, of rage, of sheer pleasure, the bloodrush he hasn't felt since leaving the Army... He's done something awful. Murdered people. He can't remember who, though. Not yet.
He closes his eyes, trying to make sense of it. He remembers pinning Wilson against a desk, gun pressed to his head. "Give... Me... the... Guard... Key..." His lips form the words as he remembers them. He also remembers that... abomination. The one who forgave him.
To err is human, to forgive is divine.
And then, something else.
TELL ME!
That sudden voice has Vincent surging to his feet, stumbling back, and into a wall as the vision plays out, sinking to the floor and holding his head, bunching up into a ball.
---
OPEN - Late night Tuesday / Early Morning Wednesday
Vincent hasn't been seen since he checked in, but now he's shuffling his way down into the common areas, stopping by the kitchen first, securing some soup and heating it up. He's also brewing himself some tea and, by the look of things, it's mostly on autopilot. He does, occasionally, glance up and around, nervously, but, then again, everyone's on edge right now.
Food and tea prepared, he's going to walk into the common area, sitting down close to the fire, but removed from the centre of the room; a place with a good vantage point.